As Ziva packed up to leave, she looked up saw John looking over at her while he was on the phone at his desk with an amused look of jealousy on his face. Smirking, she waved and wished everyone a good weekend.
She stopped and bought a moderate sized tent that would comfortably accommodate two adults, and the sleeping bags. After debating, she decided to be safe in case things took a turn over the weekend and bought some new clothes.
Tony didn’t stop asking him where she was going to be off to for the weekend, despite John’s steady reply of ‘I don’t know’ and Tony’s snarky ‘You’re her partner, you should know’ and in the end John went for ‘I don’t care what she’s doing off the clock’.
Eventually, John decided to visit Abby in her lab just to hide from Tony for a while and Abby was more than happy to give him the grand tour of her little castle, including introducing him to all her shiny toys.
He was glad that it was 5 pm so that he could go and meet up at Ziva’s place, to change into some more comfortable clothes (his tattered jeans and a shirt), load up his car and drive towards Virginia, it would only take an hour and a half or something along those lines and they’d spend the first night in a cabin on the farm before taking the horses out for Saturday and Sunday.
“I wished I had lost some hearing instead of some vision,” John moaned as Ziva opened the door for him to let him into her apartment.
“Finally visited with Abby?” she grinned before walking back into her bedroom to check if she missed anything else.
“Oh, I didn’t mind Abby, she was fun.” John nodded. “It was Tony who kept asking me if I knew where you were going this weekend, because as your partner it’s my duty to know what you do off the clock.” He rolled his eyes as he fished his pair of jeans out of his bag and a shirt before quickly changing while Ziva was in her bedroom.
“Ah yes,” she nodded. “I’ll send him a text later. He can wait. What else do we need?”
“I think we’re good to go, we just need to put the tent and sleeping bags in my car… I’m not going to sit for nearly 2 hours in that cookie jar of yours.” he grinned, “Sorry.” He folded his work clothes and put them in his bag, as he’d probably not return here after the weekend.
“Fine by me,” she grinned as she started picking up some bags to carry. “Can we just stop at a drive thru on our way? I skipped lunch so that I could get out early.”
“I was just going to ask what you wanted to eat,” John chuckled and looked at the bags she was carrying. “We’re going away for a weekend, in the outside world, you know… I doubt you’d need three bags.”
“I like to be prepared, and one is my knives,” she said as if it were an every day thing and walked out.
He laughed as he closed the door of Ziva’s apartment behind him. “Alright, but I won’t be carrying them,” he said jokingly and opened the trunk of his car.
Ziva suddenly popped up right up beside him with a sultry smile. “I did not ask you to,” she replied and put the bags in the car herself.
Shrugging, he opened the car door at the passenger side for her. “I’m so stupidly excited for this trip that it’s ridiculous.”
She turned to smile up at him. “Me too. It will be a nice way that we can get to know each other more without the worry of interruption,” Ziva said wavering for a moment while attempting to fight the urge to lean in and kiss him.
He fleetingly kissed her and smiled. “Get into the car.” he grinned as he leaned on the door.
Laughing, she got in and buckled her seat belt. Letting out a breath as John jogged around the car, she was anxious for the weekend.
By the time they arrived at the ranch in Virginia, it was dark, and instead that the ranch owner scolded them for being too late, he was happy to show them to their cabin, apologizing that there was only one double bed and a sofa instead of the two singles John had asked for.
Breakfast would be at 6 am, and then they’d go and get their horses for the weekend.
Ziva walked into the cabin and looked around. “Quaint,” she commented. “Do you want to go straight to sleep?”
“Do you?” John said as he put his bag on the couch and sat down on it.
“Well…what could we do?” she asked as she pulled out shorts and nightshirt and turned around to begin changing, unashamed.
John swallowed hard and quickly looked away. Ziva was going to make it really hard for him to take things slow. “Uh..”
“You okay?” she asked concerned at his tone as she pulled her shirt on. Turning around when she was done, she made her way over and plopped on the couch next to John.
“Yeah… I’m fine…” he smiled as he looked at her.
She smiled and narrowed her eyes. “I do not believe you.”
“You agreed on taking it slow…” his grin wavered. “And with you changing into something more comfortable right in front of me… I’m still a guy you know…”
She oh’d silently. “Sorry. I’ve gone undercover with Tony so many times that I do not realize it anymore…But, did you like what you saw?”
“Extremely…” he nodded and moved in to kiss her slowly.
Ziva kissed him back, enjoying the feel and taste of his lips. For the most part, they were able to behave themselves and keep their hands to dedicated neutral areas of their bodies even as other – parts, begged for attention.
“You’re so beautiful…” he said softly after gently breaking off their kiss. His body felt as if it was on fire, and it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing but right now it just annoyed him. “And gorgeous,” he said as he planted a kiss on her collar bone. “And you taste yummy.” he said as he planted a kiss on her neck.
Her fingers slowly found their way up John’s arms, over his shoulders and buried into his hair. As he moved along her neck with his kisses, hers followed where they could over his face and into his hair. “John…” she said softly, and breathlessly, her fingers tightening each time his breath warmed patches of her skin.
“Hmm?” he responded as free hand moved down to her legs, gently squeezing her left thigh.
Her leg instinctively raised to meet his hand, seeking more contact. While Ziva did not know how long it had been for John for any form of intimacy but she knew it had been some time for herself.
“I can’t…We said…we would…” she tried to say but she begun to seek out his lips again, missing their loss.
“I know…” he said while she kissed him. He slowly moved his hand over her thigh towards her center, but even before he got there he could feel the heat radiating through the fabric of her shorts. “I know…” he said again and broke off the kiss. He looked her in the eyes, and even in the dim light he could tell her face was flushed. “I don’t need to get my rocks off,” he said softly as he slowly moved his hand onto her hot center. “But I’ll be happy to help you… if you don’t want me to… just please… tell me to stop…”
She looked up at him almost as if she struggled with the decision. Ziva swallowed carefully, shaking her head but parted her legs more. “I want you,” she said as she moved to straddle his lap comfortably. Blinking, she looked down before smiling devilishly. “I doubt your words when your body is saying something completely different John Sheppard.”
“I’m a guy… it’s harder to conceal things when we really want someone,” he said huskily. He had been more than willing to give her what she wanted by just using his fingers, and had been surprised when she crawled into his lap.
“As much as you want to please me, I want the same for you,” she explained as she let her lips hover over his, her body carefully and deliberately working his. “We both can get what we want this way…”
Oh god… Elsa… he thought and then silently cursed himself, Ziva… this is Ziva… He sighed and gently lifted Ziva off his lap while he groaned, he loved the physical contact, but no, he wasn’t ready for that just yet. “You’ll please me if I can just touch you…” he carefully said, “I don’t think I’m ready yet for more…”
Ziva saw the look in his eyes and understood what the problem was. Already being beyond the point where she would be able to rest, or end up finishing herself in the bathroom, she nodded her acceptance. “Okay…”
He softly kissed her as he pushed her down onto the couch. “I would love to see the look on your face when you come.” he found a comfortable position for himself on the couch, hovering slightly above her.
There was a brief time of clarity that came to Ziva. Blinking her eyes, she looked back him. “Are you sure you want this?” she asked trying to sit up.
“Yeah, I want this.” John nodded and kissed her, “I want to make you feel good, Ziva…”
She kissed him back, cupping his face with both hands. Settling back down, she slowly stretched her leg out along the length of his body. Looking up, she breathed out slowly watching him with a smile as her dark eyes flickered in the soft lights.
John smiled and moved to kiss her again, moving his hand underneath her shirt, caressing her flat stomach before moving his hand inside her shorts, she was so wet and hot, it drove him crazy. He moved from kissing her down to her neck as he started to work her center.
Ziva’s breathing grew heavier as she laid her head back, closing her eyes. Her fingers wove their way in his unruly hair. Parting her legs more, her soft moans furthered her own encouragement of his attentions.
While he worked his fingers on her clit, he grinned evilly. “What would you do if I’d stop now?” he asked with a low voice.
“Finish myself after I broke each of your fingers,” she replied, squirming under him. “You better – oooh, not stop…”
John grinned and continued with what he was doing, quite enjoying himself too. He loved the way she squirmed underneath his touch, making funny little noises and trying to pull his face inside her body. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear.
She turned her head to nuzzle her nose at him before seeking his kisses. “I don’t understand how much I am drawn to you,” she said. “You are the one who is beautiful.”
Ziva soon began grinding herself harder against his hand with small groans. Her hands moved over his shirt, exploring what they could, feeling his muscles and strong form under the fabric wishing for his skin.
“You’re so hot…” he nibbled on her earlobe. “And so… wet… fuck Ziva…” his cock was brushing against his tight jeans and it was starting to hurt. He gently pushed a finger inside of her to help her further over the edge.
“John,” she moaned as she attempted to let herself open up to him and the sensations. Her fingers dug into his shoulders time to time as pressure slowly built inside her.
“Come for me, gorgeous,” he whispered as he started to put more pressure on her clit as he put another finger inside of her for effect.
Ziva, on any normal situation, would let make herself hold out as long as possible. However for him, she let down the walls to cross that bridge much quicker. Her hands slid down and gripped his biceps because of the position they slid into. Her head resting over the armrest of the couch as her eyes flew open to stare up in his in a daze. Her pants grew into louder moans as the muscles in her stomach rippled and spasmed.
John gently caressed her hair as her orgasm echoed through her body, she looked so beautiful as she came and he smiled down at her. “You’re so beautiful…” he said with a husky voice as he gently caressed her inner thigh over her bare legs.
As Ziva came down from her high, she smiled up at him and laughed. “So much for going slow,” she joked. “Are you sure you don’t want me to – help you?”
“Well, in a way we’re going slow,” John chuckled, “We didn’t go all the way.” he kissed her tenderly. “I’ll be fine,” he took a deep breath and thought about stupid and off-putting things, but it didn’t work with Ziva laying there for him.
Smiling she shook her head. “I do not believe you but I will drop it. I’ll just go clean myself up quickly then you may have the bathroom to yourself if you want to turn the bed down,” Ziva said patting his chest before pushing herself up reluctantly. She knew they had an early day ahead of them and it was growing later and later.
He watched as she walked towards the bathroom and got up from the couch, his hard on was extremely painful and in a way, it was a good thing, he felt he needed to be punished for liking… no something more than like, Ziva so fast in such a short period of time. It felt good, but in his head it sounded all so wrong.
John turned down the bed for Ziva, and grabbed one of the extra pillows and a blanket from the closet which he put down on the couch for himself. He needed release, and fast, and Ziva was taking her time in the bathroom.
When she came out she immediately noticed the set up. “Bathroom is yours,” she said as she moved toward the kitchenette sink for a glass of water. She watched and waited for him to leave the room carefully.
He grabbed his tracking pants and a clean t-shirt from his bag and smiled. “Thanks.” He got into the bathroom and turned on the shower and set it to extremely cold. One way or the other, he was going to help himself to get his desperate relief, but it didn’t mean he had to enjoy it.
Once John was out of the room, Ziva made her way over to the couch and shook her head. Grabbing his pillow and the linen, she brought it back over to the bed. Pulling down the other side of the blanket, she grabbed her book and settled in for maybe an hour of reading.
He was ice cold once he was finally done, and after drying himself off with the towel, he got into his pants and shirt and told himself that he was an idiot when he caught himself in the mirror.
“I’m sorry.” he said as he walked into the room and frowned at the empty couch. “Uhm… Ziva?”
“We are grown adults. There is no reason for you to have to sleep on that couch. It really is not that comfortable,” she said simply and turned the page to her book.
It was clear that the bed was more than large enough to accommodate the both of them with plenty of room to give each other space. She looked up at him and smiled. “Something wrong?”
“No…” he smiled and crawled into bed. “You were amazing.”
She looked back and laughed. “You did all the work, but thank you. I wish you would have let me help you. I doubt that shower really went the way you would have liked,” Ziva replied as she flicked some of his still wet hair off his forehead.
John shrugged and smirked. “It was cold but whatever it was, it’s out of my system now, I promise.” He softly kissed her.
“We can rest now. We have a long two days ahead of us,” Ziva replied and closed her book. Turning the bedside light out, she settled down in bed and turned to look at John. Reaching out she caressed his cheek and smiled before curling up to sleep.
“Goodnight,” he said as he looked up to the ceiling. It took him a while to warm up again and then managed to doze off easily.
It was nearly 0530 when the alarm went off the next morning. Ziva moaned and buried her head under the pillows. “Its too early,” she complained, having grown accustomed to sleeping in on her off days from work.
“Is it?” John said chipper, he had been awake for half an hour or so and was already dressed. “It’s a beautiful day out, Ziva, and I think that they even have fresh bread for breakfast.” He had watched her sleep while he had been getting dressed and cleaning up the little mess they had made. “I just hope they have coffee.” He smiled.
She threw the blanket off her and sat up grumpily. “Coffee?” she asked, looking around. Her eyes finding John she looked at him confused. “Why are you up already?”
“Uh… no coffee, sorry.” He apologized. “I couldn’t sleep anymore, so instead of staying in bed, I got up and got dressed. Did you sleep well?”
“You don’t snore. That is a good thing,” Ziva nodded and stretched. Scratching her head she slowly got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom.
“No, I don’t snore, and neither do you,” he chuckled and shook his head. Ziva was not a morning person, he had to remember that. He usually wasn’t a morning person either but the excitement of going riding for two whole days in the wide open space and just forget about everything had just sparked something inside of him. He had checked if they had packed enough food and instant coffee and water for the days they were going to be out and nearly cut himself when he had opened Ziva’s bag of knives.
John was practically bouncing on his feet when Ziva exited the bathroom again. “Come on, hurry up.”
She went and got her clothes that she set out the night before and started to change. “You are worse than Abby now,” she pointed out. “Let me wake up a little before we go to the dining hall for breakfast, okay?”
He grinned, then walked up to her to kiss her tenderly. “Good morning, Ziva, now wake up.”
“Hmm,” she hummed. “That is a nice way to wake up.” Ziva pushed him back so that she could finish dressing before pulling on her boots. “Where are my knives?” she asked, glancing around.
“Do you want them back in that bag? I thought it would be wiser to spread them over the 3 remaining bags.”
She shook her head. “No, its fine. I just wanted to grab one or two to keep on myself is all,” she said. “Coffee?”
“Breakfast hall,” he grinned.
“Lead the way.”
John took her hand and they went outside while he put his sunglasses on with his other hand and walked towards the barn that had been turned into a breakfast/dining area. There were other people already having breakfast, and Ziva went straight for the coffee while John greeted the ranch owners who were having breakfast themselves.
He then followed her to the breakfast line.
Once she was set, Ziva waited at the end of the queue for John. Once they grabbed a table she ate quietly as she looked at him in wonder.
“What?” he said as he took a bite off his sandwich.
“Nothing,” she smiled.
He rolled his eyes as he placed his sunglasses on the table. He took a sip of the coffee and made a face. “Oh… this is worse than the coffee at NCIS…”
Shaking her head, she continued to eat her breakfast. “Whats the itinerary for today?”
“We’re going to take out the horses, and take one of the horse trails. It has a few camping sites along the trail, including a place to safely put our horses for the night without having them walk out on us.”
“Sounds good I’m going to grab a refill of tea before we go. Do you want anything while I’m up?” she asked as she began clearing up her tray.
“Nah, I’m good.” John nodded and couldn’t help but watch how Ziva walked towards the breakfast line. Christ… what have I gotten myself in to? he thought as he finished his third sandwich.
Ziva was pouring the hot water for her tea but was distracted by the feeling that someone was watching her. She knew very well that John’s eyes had the tendency to follow her but this feeling made her uneasy. Looking around as she did in her way, she could not find the source for the feeling she had.
He put his tray away and waited for Ziva at the exit. Scanning the room, he could see the other people, mostly couples obviously, still have breakfast. Ziva had become a little fuzzy blob in the distance, but he knew she was there. He knew that Teyla was probably feeling left out, he hadn’t taken her and Torren anywhere yet, maybe he should take them to Disney World some time soon, although he was quite sure that it’d scare the hell out of Teyla.
She walked out, smiling at John as she got closer to him. “Ready?” she asked, glancing back briefly before turning back to him.
“Yep,” he smiled and kissed her quickly. “Are you okay?” he said as they walked back to the cabin to get their bags before meeting the stable hand at the stables.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said. “Just a weird feeling is all. Must be my mind playing tricks as I have not taken a vacation in a long while.”
“We’re in the middle of nowhere, what could possibly happen?” John laughed and opened the door to their cabin for her.
The stable hand had given them a pair of beautiful all American Quarterhorses. Ziva was sitting on top of a white with brown speckled one and John’s horse was colored beige. He loved it that the ranch had Quarter-horses as the horses were strong and they could last longer on the trail than frailer horses.
They had been riding for about an hour and they were currently looking over a lovely canyon. “It’s so beautiful out here.”
“It is,” Ziva agreed as she eyed the scenic views. “Sometimes it is difficult to see it for what it is knowing what we face. But to be able to get away…” she sighed. Her smile was of a sense of peace and happiness.
“No cell phones, internet, noise… just this.” He smiled widely, he had been to deserted planets, alien forests and other quiet places before, but nothing could beat this. “How’s your butt doing?” he grinned as he steered his horse back onto the path.
She chuckled. “My butt is just fine unless you would like to check it out,” she winked as she pulled her horse back to the trail that would bring them to their campsite about another hour and half away.
“You know, we could get the horses something to drink on the nearest campsite, and then continue a bit? I mean, it’s not even noon.”
“Sounds good,” she called out as she worked on going downhill on a particularly tricky slope.
There were a couple times that she had to take a second glance back because she thought that she saw something in the corner of her eye but there was never anything there. That bad feeling from the breakfast hall stayed with her still and did not know why.
John stopped his horse and looked behind him to see how Ziva was doing on the slope. “Trick is to move with your horse, remember? Not against it.”
It felt good to let his guard down, this was Earth, a non-threatening forest in Virginia and he was on horseback. It had been too long, he made a mental note of retiring to an area like this, and have his own horses once day.
“I have been riding horses far longer than you believe Colonel Sheppard,” Ziva replied. “My uncle bred Arabs in Israel. Of course trails there were more sandy than rocky.”
“Oh I believe you, I mean the way you sit on the horse is just fantastic.” He smiled. “Sexy, even.”
“I can strip down and ride the rest of the way to the campsite in just my underwear if you like,” she flirted back with a wink.
“As much as I’d love that idea…” he grinned, “The saddle and the horse’s skin will start to chafe your legs and we don’t want that!”
“No, but I liked that look on your face because you did imagine it,” she grinned and trotted ahead along the now flat trail.
“I’m a healthy guy, what can I say?” he shrugged and followed her quickly. “I could pull my shirt off though, it’s going to be hot out today.”
She made a face at him. “That is unfair,” Ziva replied. “How about I ride topless? I did not put on a bra so…”
“Oh you tease.” John said as he made the horse break out in a slow run. “Keep up the teasing and we might have to get it all out of our system al fresco at the next campsite!”
Ziva laughed and continued the ride. She wouldn’t object and would even be happy to mount the man right there on the trail. “Do not tempt me Sheppard.”
“I mean… imagine how the ground would feel on your bare skin… sand, leaves… a few twigs poking your back…” John mused. “We might actually have to ride long enough to find a camp site near a lake so we can go skinny dipping later.”
She looked back and narrowed her eyes. “This coming from the man that wanted things to go slow and would not let me dry hump him to help a – large problem.”
He laughed. “I told you, I had a problem, and I got it out of my system, be afraid.” He gently kicked the horse in the flanks to make the gallop faster.
“What should I be afraid of?” she asked as he passed by her. “Sheppard!”
When they arrived at the first camp site, it was around 9 am. It was still a little too cold, but he didn’t want to over tire the horses. Besides, he could use a good cup of coffee and they could heat up some water over a small campfire to make instant coffee. After he dismounted, he lead the horse into the small holding pen where there was plenty of water for the horses to drink.
“Hurry up! I want coffee.” He called out to Ziva, who was still trying to catch up with him.
She stuck her tongue out as she came to a stop. “You are a pain,” she said.
As Ziva got off her horse, she stretched her legs and back before making her way over to John. “You will pay for all that later,” she threatened in a sultry tone.
“I’m not a pain,” he said as he unhooked the provision bag from Ziva’s saddle and started to look for the water and instant coffee mix. “I’m just excited to be outside, without anything to think about other than you and look at the beautiful scenery.”
“Aren’t you the romantic,” she said as she pulled out two bottles of water from her backpack for him. “So when are you going to strip for me?”
He smirked and managed to get the fire going as he put a pot over it. He started to pour the water into the pot and sat down with his legs crossed over each other. “Oh I don’t know…” he stretched his arms in the air, exaggerating a little as he looked at her. “It’s still a bit too cold for that…”
Ziva went over to stand in front him. “We would warm ourselves up quite efficiently.”
“You’re making a valid point,” John nodded and pulled Ziva down in his lap. He put his arms around her and kissed her tenderly.
“Mmm,” she moaned into his kiss. “If we continue this, your water for your coffee is going to boil out.”
“Let it, I don’t care,” he said as he sneaked his hands underneath her shirt. “Can always boil some more afterwards…”
“So going slow is no longer desired?” Ziva asked as she shifted to straddle his lap. Her hands rested on his chest for confirmation before proceeding further herself.
“Nope,” he said as he caressed her back underneath her shirt. Holy shit, she told the truth when she said she wasn’t wearing a bra! he thought and swallowed hard. “You only live once, what’s the point of taking things slow?”
Chuckling, she leaned in to kiss him, gentle at first before becoming more rough. Her hands trailed down his chest and over his stomach where she took a handful of his shirt to push up so that she had more access to his body that she hadn’t had before.
John helped her out of her shirt, giving him the access to her body that he desired, to caress her beautiful and firm breasts, and her extremely responsive nipples as he continued to kiss her.
Ziva tried to get John’s shirt off him but he had been so focused on her that she grew impatient and ripped the fabric down the front. Growling she trailed kissed down his neck, scraping her teeth over his skin. Her hands went for his belt buckle with one thing on her mind that she wanted to do for him.
“I loved that shirt!” He whined and shuddered as her teeth scraped over his skin. “Oh… what was I saying….”
“That’s what I thought,” she breathed out as her fingers finally got his buckle loose. Ziva practically tore it away as she went to undo his pants for him. “I want you…”
John realized that whatever he would try to slow her down, it’d only make her more wild and hungry. He lifted her off his lap and got rid of his pants, revealing that she wasn’t the only one going without a piece of underwear today.
She had an almost feral look in her eyes as she watched him pull his pants off. Ziva crawled over to him as he was still standing and looked up at him as she put her hands up on his chest and dragged them down until they rested over his hips where his engorged cock danced happily for her. She lightly brushed her lips over the length and kissed the head before she stuck her tongue out to lick it briefly.
He groaned as she started to pay attention to his cock, and got down on his knees to kiss her. Oh, he loved blow jobs, but he was already about to burst and she wasn’t even completely undressed. “Not so fast…” he muttered as he tugged on her pants. “Off. Now.”
Ziva did as ordered, stripping out of her pants but when she turned back to John, she pushed his shoulders in one of her tricks until he was on his back. Kneeling between his legs, she patted his thighs with a chuckle before bending over to take his cock in her mouth with a loud moan.
“Christ Ziva…” John groaned as he buried his hands in her hair, deciding to give up on trying to give her what he wanted, as it was obvious that she’d do what she wanted with him anyway. At least for now.
She gripped the base of his engorged cock while cradling his balls. Her tongue tickled the underside of the shaft and every time John jerked his hips, her teeth grazed the soft skin of the head.
He tried to calm himself down, earlier on, he had been close to the edge and she was doing a fine job to drive him over the edge, but it wouldn’t take much for him to come and it would be embarrassing. Whatever Ziva was going to do with him, she had to make up her mind, or he’d grab her to flip her over and calm himself down that way. It’d at least take him a bit closer to his jeans where he had put a condom in one of its pockets that early in the morning.
Ziva worked him until she knew he was about to burst. Sitting up, she grinned down at him. “Why do you keep looking at your pants?” she asked as she crawled up his body to hover over him.
“Because…” he took a deep breath as he smiled at her, “Should you change your mind about sucking me off, there’s a condom in there.” He tasted himself when he got up a little to kiss her and whined as she pushed him down to the floor again.
“Good thinking. You don’t have any diseases or anything that I should be aware of, do you?” she asked as he rear end grazed his erection.
“No, of course not!” John let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You?”
“I do not have anything,” she confirmed. “And I am on birth control injections, so we can just skip that right now if you wish…” she said before grinding her center over his. Even through her panties, she was very warm and wet.
“Oh good…” he managed to say, “I hate those things…” She was still holding him down so he gently tugged on her hair to pull her face closer to his.
Ziva bent over and kissed him. “Mmm,” she hummed and sat back up to stand. When John started to sit up, she put her foot on his chest gently to keep him down. “Stay,” she grinned before slowly stripping her panties off.
“You are the most beautiful woman in this galaxy,” John smiled goofily as he quickly pulled her down on to him, and then rolled over so she was on the ground. “So hot…” he kissed her fleetingly and then started to kiss his way down her body, lingering a bit at her nipples.
She hooked her legs over his hips and dug her fingers into his hair. Whenever he bit down her hips jerked up slightly. “John…” she moaned with a sigh. “Please…”
“Please what?” he mused as he continued kissing his way down her body.
She squirmed under him. “I need you,” she said, tightening her legs to pull him closer.
“Well then…” he swallowed hard as he moved his hand towards her center, and moved up a little to kiss her while he started to make her ready for him.
“Oh god,” she sighed and let her head fall back to the ground. “At this rate we will never get to our campsite,” she chuckled.
“Yeah well… I don’t want to hurt you,” John said.
“Who said you would hurt me?” she asked raising an eyebrow. “I can take more than you think.”
“Probably.” John said as he inserted a second finger inside of her. “However, this is our first time, I have no idea how your body works and what it’s capable of.”
Ziva chuckled devilishly. “I could show you,” she purred and moaned with his touches.
“We’ve got all the time in the world for that,” John kissed her. “Let’s just do it the careful way now, okay?”
“Careful? Then that means you want to use your condom now?”
“You know what I mean,” he groaned. “the right way, we’re not even being careful because of all the sand laying around on the ground.”
She shrugged a shoulder the best she could from her position under him. “We are just working all natural,” she replied then had enough. Ziva flipped them over so that she was on top again and grinned down.
He grunted, then smirked. “Fine, I give.”
“Good. Because I really enjoy being on top,” she said as she held onto his cock and carefully positioned herself over it.
It was not long that they were able to recoup themselves. Ziva laid there on the dirt ground just staring up into the tree filled sky above her. “Wow,” she said before laughing and started to sit up. She reached up to shake the dirt from her hair and brushed off her shoulders the best she could.
Looking back at John, she grinned. “Need a hand?”
“I think I’m good…” John answered breathless. “And yes, wow…” he slowly sat up and smiled at Ziva. “Coffee?”
She looked over into the pot. “We will need more water,” she replied. “Help me get some of this dirt and rocks off so that I can dress.” Ziva went over to help pull John to his feet where she brushed his back off, chuckling.
“What?” he laughed as he turned around to kiss her, and getting the dirt off her back while he did so.
Ziva wrapped her arms up around his shoulders and smiled. “Not to be a downer, but I think we should keep this between us for awhile. Maybe if Gibbs sees that we can still work normally, he will be less objective.”
“Fine by me,” John smiled and kissed her again. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m good at keeping secrets.” He untangled a broken twig from her hair. “However, he’s not sticking to his own rules either.”
“Ducky does not go into the field the way we do. His job does not put him in the line of fire,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, I guess.” he sighed and handed her her top as he grabbed his own. “But it’s fine, we’ll keep it a secret, though I will have to tell Teyla. She’ll know something is up the moment I walk in…”
Ziva nodded understandingly. “I have no problem with telling Teyla. Just make sure that she understands our position. Especially if we are going to be seeing each other more off the job.”
“She will, don’t worry.” John shook his shirt and then looked at the tear Ziva had made in it. Tossing it aside, he got into his pants and walked to the bags to fetch a new shirt.
She chuckled. “Sorry,” she said. “I will get you a new shirt.” Pulling her own shirt back on she turned to grab her panties and jeans.
Ziva quickly made her way behind John and snaked her hand down his front and fondled him. “I must admit,” she purred. “You are certainly unexpected. We should probably get to our campsite sooner and not bother about coffee.”
He groaned as she felt her hand on his cock, which started to react immediately. Traitor. “I want coffee,” he turned around with his shirt in his hand and gently removed Ziva’s hand from his pants with his free hand. “For some reason I have the feeling that you’ve just found yourself a new toy.”
“And it is a very nice toy,” she replied. “Have your coffee John but know that I am anxious to get on with our trip.”
After they both had something to drink, they re-saddled their horses and made their way to the next campsite, which was a few hours away, but near a big lake.
Sure, John had said only yesterday that he wanted to take things slow, but the time he had spent alone underneath a cold shower – and thinking of Elsa’s last words (according to Teyla) – he realized that they meant everything to him. Life’s too short, don’t give up on love and continue living. Life was too short, he had escaped death a few times and it had to stop.
He had to stop building walls around him and not letting people in. Ziva was an amazing woman, who happened to look like Elsa, but she wasn’t her. Their fight for dominance while having fun in the dirt had turned him on in many different ways, and her sense of humor was as beautiful as her smile.
I’m head over heels for this woman… he thought and smiled widely as he let his horse trot just a bit faster.
Securing her horse by the hay pile where there was a feed locker with food for the animals, Ziva looked around and stretched her legs. The morning had significantly warmed to the point that the lake water was certainly inviting.
“Wow, look at that view.” John said as he hopped off the horse, secured it and took the saddle off its back.
“Yes, it is quite a sight,” she agreed. “We should get the tent up that way we can focus the rest of the time on ourselves. You can start the fire.” Ziva unhitched the packs that were secured to her horse and sorted out the food, materials, and weapons.
“Well yeah, the sight is beautiful too…” John grinned as he looked around for some wood to put in the fire pit to get the fire started.
Ziva laughed and set about getting their tent set up. It was a modest one, large enough that they had plenty of room for themselves but small enough that they wouldn’t freeze if the temperatures dropped during the night. It did not take her long before she was done. Sitting down on a log, she watched John struggle with getting the fire going still.
Frustrated, he grabbed his lighter and started the fire. “Don’t laugh, I usually had a scientist starting fires for me or we’d stay in a village.”
“You were spoiled, but is one reason why you should never be without a knife and lighter. However you do look good while trying,” she grinned. “When you get that going, I will get the stuff out for lunch.”
“I honestly don’t bother carrying a knife in civilian clothes,” he said and looked at Ziva. “You have no idea who ridiculous I felt the first few days, carrying my gun on my hip instead of in my leg holster.”
“You can do what Tony does with the shoulder holster,” she suggested as she brought over the cooler bag. She started making them lunch sandwiches as the meats were intended for dinner and breakfast later.
John made a face. “Nah.” he was happy that the fire decided to keep on burning and found some good dry logs to put on them if the fire needed fuel. Looking around the campsite, there weren’t many obstacles he could miss seeing, which was a good thing, he didn’t want to accidentally trip and fall into the fire or horse shit. John took the glasses off his face and rubbed his eyes, trying to make his bust eye work faster in the full on sunlight.
He looked over to Ziva and smiled, she even looked hot by just making sandwiches. Stop it Shep, you’re acting like a teenager in love, he told himself and shook his head. He grabbed the mini bottles of orange juice from the cooler and carefully made his way towards Ziva.
She passed John his sandwiches and took her juice from him. “So, what shall we do? Or talk about?” she asked as she made herself comfortable against him.
“Well…” John smiled, “That lake looks incredibly inviting.” He took a bite out of his sandwich and gently caressed her hair.
She thought about with a smile. “Yes, washing the dirt off from earlier will certainly be good but I do not have a swimsuit with me.”
“Oh the horror!” he grinned. “Well, neither have I!”
“You do know that we will end up doing little else if we take our clothes off again,” Ziva pointed out. “Don’t you think we should – get to know one another more in another way a little?”
“Sure,” John took a sip of his orange juice. “You know you can ask me anything.”
“Hmm,” she thought as she looked up at him and nibbled on her sandwich. “I told you about my family, if you wish to call them that. You never speak of yours and I do not mean Teyla and Torren.”
“I don’t really talk about my brother…” John took a deep breath and another sip of his juice. “Dave is the son my dad wanted me to be, take over dad’s successful business and sort of becoming him… I’ve always been the family’s disappointment. I went to Stanford, not Harvard, and oh boy, when I joined the military both my dad and my brother were furious.” He chuckled. “When I showed up for my dad’s funeral all Dave could think about was that I was after my father’s money.”
“Surely he came to understand how much you’ve done for yourself and others?” she asked as she rested her arm across his thigh comfortably. The way they were situated made it feel like they physically fit together so well that some small things like that felt like second nature to her even if she hadn’t realized it consciously. “You did not accept the family money or did your father not leave anything?”
“Well, Dave apologized after I told him that serving the country was the best thing I could have done for my family, but I haven’t seen him since I got back, I doubt he ever called the number I had left for him to contact me.” John shrugged. “I guess he did give me some of dad’s money, I don’t know, there are so many numbers in my bank account from serving the Air Force the last few years that I don’t really care if he did.”
Thinking about her own father and how fragile their relationship was. They were only just beginning to speak somewhat after her choice to leave Mossad completely and sought her independence. “Family is important, if at least for minimum contact,” she said softly.
“Yeah, I know,” John answered. “But considering we haven’t really been a family for a very long time, I’m okay with it. Teyla and Torren are a part of my family now, as well as Dr. Beckett and my friend Ronon.”
“A phone call or the occasional email can go a long way,” she said. “I believed that I was fine with not hearing from my father – after. But I do appreciate his small attempts.”
“Maybe, but to be honest, I don’t really want to hear his disapproval of me again.” John chuckled. “What’s your relationship with your father like?”
“Considering he sent me on a mission that was surely one that would kill me? He and I are better by speaking only by phone and email but things are slowly mending.” she shrugged as she picked at a stray fiber on the knee of his pants.
“I really can’t imagine why any father would do such a thing to his daughter, different culture or not.”
Ziva looked up at him, “Ronon is the tall one that came with you that first day, right?”
“Yep.”
She shifted down so that her head rested on John’s lap and looked up to watch him quietly. Her eyes watched him and admiring his features, wondering how they would be able to make this work.
“Do you like science fiction movies?” John wondered as he caressed her hair. He was probably going too fast for his own liking – or those of others – but this, just him and Ziva, felt good, even beyond that, it felt as if they were a perfect fit for each other and she might be the one person he could ask permission for to tell what he had been up to.
“Sometimes,” she answered. “Although I do not watch many movies anymore. Tony and I used to have on going dinners if either of us did not have a date years ago but not so much anymore. I do more reading…”
“I noticed that, what kind of books do you read then?”
She shrugged. “Almost anything. I have been going through Edgar Allen Poe’s collection lately. How about you?”
“Not since I’ve returned… my copy of War and Peace that I had been reading for the past 6 years didn’t survive the attack on base.”
She laughed. “War and Peace? I wonder how many chapters you managed to get through in six years…”
“Uhm… about 2/3 of the book, it was very busy around base.” He started on his last sandwich. “I’m not much of a reader, I used to play golf, but I doubt I aim at a hole these days. It takes a lot of effort to keep my shooting average up.”
She nodded as she thought. Smiling, she pushed herself up, taking his hand with her. “Come with me,” Ziva said and lead him to the tent. By then it aired out and cooled off inside with the vent windows open. Pulling him in with her she pushed him to his back and laid down beside him.
“What are we doing in here?”
“Well, there are less bugs,” she pointed out. “We can rest some as we had not had a completely restful sleep even with our activities last night and this morning. Unless you wish for a repeat?” Ziva chuckled.
“Oh I wouldn’t mind,” he chuckled. “But yeah, you’re probably right.” John pulled her closer so that he could kiss her again.
She grinned into his kiss. “I would not mind myself,” she said and leaned up on her arm for support as so she could easier kiss and make out in the small space.
“We’re a couple of perverts,” he chuckled as he pulled her on top of him.
She laughed as she settled in a comfortable position straddling his stomach where her rear end rested against his thighs that were raised as he bent his legs. “Perhaps, but is that a bad thing?”
“I guess not. Not this weekend.” He sneaked his hands underneath her shirt and started to caress her lower back.
“Mmm I don’t think we will be doing much hiking like we had originally planned,” Ziva chuckled as she pulled her shirt off for him.
“Hiking… right…” he gently caressed her stomach and moved up his hands towards her breasts. “We could always go hiking next week.”
She shifted so that she was able to rock herself over his growing erection. “Hmm and next week we would likely find ourselves in a similar…position, if we go by ourselves.”
“Or… we could take Teyla and Torren to Disney World,” he groaned as he fondled her breasts.
Ziva slid her own hands under his shirt and pinched at his nipples. “Now McGee and DiNozzo would be jealous if they were not included,” she sighed as he squeezed her breast.
“Sure… they can come too…” John groaned and started to try to open her pants. “What ever you’d like…”
“In a hurry?” she chuckled before sliding out of his reach to lean down and trail kisses and gentle nips over his chest.
“Apparently, I’m not.” he chuckled and pulled off his shirt, not wanting her to destroy this one too.
Ziva only grinned as she bit down on his left nipple before playing with it with her tongue. She slid her hand up and traced her finger over his lip.
“Ah!” he laughed and gently bit her finger. He then put his arms around her and managed to roll them over without disturbing the tent much. He gently laid her down on the floor and started to kiss her neck.
Ziva opened her legs so that he could settle over her comfortably. Raking her fingers over his back, her hands explored as much of his exposed skin she could. “John!” she breathed out as her skin felt aflame wherever his lips touched.
“Yes?” he chuckled as he flicked his tongue over her nipple.
“Ughh!” she gurgled out as her hips thrust out and met his at the sensation. “Oh jeez…”
“Oh come on, I can’t be that bad.” He grinned as he did the same on her other breast.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned and dug her fingers into his hair tightly to hold him where he was.
“Gladly, but you asked if I was in a hurry.” He gently bit in her nipple before he licked it again.
Ziva laughed. “Well, oh god! If you keep that up, rushing would the last thing on either our thoughts…”
“I’m not the one keeping my head at your breast.” he grinned as he bit on a part of her breast.
She struggled with letting him loose. “Just as long as you follow the path,” she grinned down at him.
“What path? The one up?” he said as he kissed his way up again, licking her collar bone. “Or back down again?” he said, this way lingering at her other breast, gently nibbling on her nipple.
She bucked her hips again and moaned. “What do you think,” she said and grabbed his crotch.
He groaned and then chuckled. “Nope, you said no hurry…”
“John,” she warned.
“Ziva?” he said innocently as he circled her belly button with his tongue as he started to open her pants.
She let her head fall back to the sleeping back and moaned. She lifted her hips to help him. “You are going to be the death of me…”
“Don’t worry, I know CPR.” He peeled her pants down her legs, and got rid of her shoes before completely liberating her from her pants. “Oh…” he ran a finger up and down her legs as he kissed his way down from her belly button to her creamy lips. “You taste so good…” he hummed.
“Ohhhh…” she moaned and let her legs fall open. Her fingers found their way to his hair again. He was a skilled lover, she was able to tell and she knew that for now, he was hers.
She hadn’t given him a chance on their first round of fooling around in the dirt, and he was making up for it. He loved pleasing his lovers, and took extreme pleasure right now in licking her center, while his left hand caressed her leg.
Ziva squirmed under him and her moans and breaths filled the small area that was quickly warming up despite the cool breeze that was coming off the lake. Lifting her head, she was barely able to keep watching him when John did another trick with his tongue that sent her weak throughout her body.
“You taste so good…” he muttered as he kissed his way back up while getting out of his pants. “And you look so beautiful…”
Ziva pulled him up to her level and kissed him deeply. The fact that she could taste herself on his lips made her more excited and desired him even more.
John moaned as he started to prepare her for him, he couldn’t help it, she had proven to him earlier that she could take him easily, but he loved this bit as Ziva was still squirming underneath him.
Her eyes were dark and dilated as she looked up John, taking him in hungrily. He was amongst one of the most beautiful men she had ever met, both inside and out. Possibly the most ever and felt that despite their quick physical relationship that she could one day fully let her walls down to him.
Once he had inserted three of his fingers and stretched her, he softly kissed her. “Are you ready?” He asked as he repositioned himself so he could easily enter her.
“Yes,” Ziva whispered and nodded as she watched him reposition himself between her legs.
He gently guided himself in, moaning as he felt her warmth encase his demanding cock and licking her neck.
She groaned out loudly at the sensation of him filling her. If they were back in the city, in her apartment, Ziva’s neighbor would have certainly heard her. As John began to thrust slowly she lifted her hips to meet his.
He gently started to pick up the pace with his thrusting, her skin felt as if it was on flame when he licked her neck, and the noises she made drove him insane. “You’re so beautiful…” he muttered in her ear.
She turned her head to look him in the eyes. “So are you,” she said, leaning in to kiss him.
He deepened the kiss as he started to thrust deeper and harder inside of her, only to break off the kiss when they both needed air.
Ziva moaned out when she got more oxygen as John began hitting her spot. Her panting increased as she felt like she was filling with fire.
“Oh Ziva…” he groaned once he had found the right pace for him, thrusting as deep as her body allowed him to. He tried to keep the tent in place but it was shaking with each movement.
She stretched her arms around him as he braced himself over her. Her nails scratched down his back and dug deeper with each deep thrust. Calling out, Ziva could feel her stomach tightening and bit down on his shoulder as she came.
He rode out her orgasm with her before he came himself, making sure he wouldn’t collapse on her. He then rolled off of her and chuckled as he tried to catch his breath.
Laying there, Ziva grinned next to her. “This is going to be a very active weekend for us,” she said between breaths.
“We’d need a week’s sleep to deal with this weekend.”
“Yes,” she laughed and turned on her side face John. “So, I was wondering. You told Teyla that you would be back Monday, so does that mean you will be staying with me again tomorrow night?”
“Maybe… if you haven’t gotten enough of me yet,” he grinned.
She shook her head. “No, I won’t have enough. I wouldn’t take no for answer anyway. You do know that you are most welcome by me anytime.”
“Well then, yes, I’d love to stay at your place tomorrow night.” he smiled and took her in his arms. “We might have to do some shopping though, I’m not sure if Gibbs will appreciate it if I show up for work in a torn shirt.”
“We can leave a little earlier then tomorrow. I also need to do some major food shopping if I will be having company more often now.”
They talked for a while longer and eventually John dozed off in a light sleep. He woke up again after a few hours and Ziva was draped all over him. He needed to take a leak, and most definitely rinse off the dirt from earlier. John gently tried to push Ziva aside, but she kept holding on to him. “Ziva, I need to take a piss…” he said softly and kept on trying to pry her arms off of him.
She grumbled before letting him go, turning over. “Hurry back,” she mumbled as she pulled his pillow over to throw her leg over comfortably.
John relieved himself outside in the foliage and then walked into the lake, it was refreshingly cold compared to the heat and the dirt sticking to him. “Ziva! This feels so good!”
She groaned in the tent and sat up. Ziva stumbled out of the tent and looked around. She smiled at the sight of John in the water and went to join him. As they hadn’t bothered putting any clothing back on after their last round, she figured it would be a waste if they were just going to keep ripping the clothes off each other.
“Hey sexy,” she smiled as she entered the water slowly.
“Hello gorgeous.” He grinned and pulled her closer to him. “How was your nap?”
“Not nearly long enough,” she answered as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Nuzzling her face into his wet neck and sighed.
“This is nice.” he said and softly started to kiss her neck.
“Mmm,” she smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist. It was innocent enough and while she would not object to yet another tryst, she was content with simply his close company.
“So…” he said as he started to wade deeper into the water. “What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever done, outside of work?”
She lifted her head and looked at him confused. “What do you mean?”
“Well… for example… when I was at Stanford, my room mate and I didn’t sleep and didn’t shower for an entire week. Not because we were studying hard, it was some sort of social experiment that he wanted to do, he just didn’t want to do it all by himself. Back then, I was bumping into walls on day four.”
“Ew!” Ziva laughed. “That’s disgusting! Well, it would be related to work but before NCIS. It was actually how I met Jenny – Director Shepard, who died a few years ago. In Cairo, we somehow ended up in bed together in order to keep our covers on our respective missions.”
“Really?” John smiled widely. “You and another woman sharing a bed?”
She smiled devilishly. “Maybe more,” she hinted innocently. “Why is it that men have this insane fantasy of two women together? Abby and I spent a weekend together and automatically Tony and McGee are like puppies at our feet!”
“Well…you and Abby…” he mused.
Ziva narrowed her eyes and looked him in the eye. “You too? Oh gee! Maybe I should call Abby and have her stay over as well tomorrow,” she said thoughtfully.
“Oh no… no…. absolutely not.” John said resolutely. “I have my hands full with you already.” He kissed her tenderly. “Besides, I don’t want to share you with anyone.”
She laughed loudly, nodding. “Shame. I know Abby would not mind though,” she winked and leaned in to kiss him.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” he groaned as she kissed him.
By the time the couple were leaving the following afternoon, John and Ziva were more than sated. She lost track of how many rounds they went, how many orgasms she experienced, and the number of times she came gloriously. With several dips in the lake to cool their exerted bodies, as well as clean their bodies of dirt, grass, and leaves, they were just as active there.
Driving back into the city, they stopped for a romantic dinner at a small restaurant that had a loose dress code and had a small trip to the department store for new clothes for John that she insisted on paying for where he could get some wine they could share later in bed. She toyed with her phone, debating on calling Teyla – and Tony, to let them know they were indeed alright, she changed her mind. They would see them the following day and how she and John would be able to keep their secret left her unsure.
